One thing about rivers being low, means you get to ride on river bottoms.
Went out for a backyard ride to get my feet wet.
Last day of August. As good a reason as any to go for a bike ride.
Got a new packable camp chair. So I headed out to test it. I tested it for over an hour at this very spot. I slipped off my Crocs and put my bare feet in the cool dirt while sitting in this chair. It felt nice – I felt, connected. The wind blew nicely in the trees as the sun went in and out of the clouds. The Nashwaak River sparkled. A whole flock of Canada Geese came in and landed down in the field and hung out for a bit. Until a person and a dog came walking along. Then there was copious honking. Then the dog went for ‘em and they all took off. Silly dogs. Two different Bald Eagles circled over head – one so close I was kinda freaked out – then they wafted to and fro on the winds and headed up river effortlessly. Yup, chair works pretty good.
Went for a ride in my ‘backyard’ the other day. Still conflicted about seeing trees bulldozed to build houses. I realize my hypocrisy of course – they bulldozed trees to build my house, but I wasn’t here for it.
It’s less expensive and easier to go in and mow everything down and build, it will grow back to some extent. Still, I wish people were willing to pay the difference and make the effort to cut selectively, build and haul materials on-site in a less-invasive, more sustainable manner.
I sat for quite a while on one cleared spot on the ridge, just listening.
I posted this quip on the Corrective Action Bicycle Club Instagram account:
One day, this will be the backyard to someone’s very expensive house. For now, I will enjoy the view while I’m able. Later, when their house is finished and they’re moved in, I will ride by on the street in front and giggle knowing I was here. Then I’ll ride down to the road on the flats there where I’ve been riding for years and wave up at them. They’ll be all, “Hey, what’s that guy waving at? I dunno, but have the butler bring me another white wine spritzer, chop chop!” My back yard (and apparently my head) is a magical place, and the bike gets me there. Note to self: come back here soon for #coffeeoutside and perhaps to catch a sunrise/sunset. What’s in your backyard? Perhaps go and see. Take your bike for sure.